MTL - I Like This Dream!-Chapter 3

An Xu regained consciousness and found that he was still in a dream.

She was lying in a room that was by no means her own, and the bed was very soft. An Xu rolled around happily hugging the quilt, stretched, but failed to straighten his arms. She raised her hands, her hands were still small, a pair of handcuffs were put on her wrists, the silver chain looked exquisite and beautiful, An Xu searched for a long time but couldn't find where the connection was.

Someone came in through the doorway, wearing a loose robe like a cloak. The style is very simple, but if you look closely, there are gorgeous dark lines on it, and the material looks very good. There is a kind of low-key that you have money and pretend to have no money. The other party sat on the chair beside the bed, and then An Xu raised his head to look at the owner of the robe. It was an old man wearing a round hat, and he looked more kind-hearted than the old group he had seen before.

"Good day, Miss Sullivan. Praise the Light," he said. "I am Abe, Bishop of Arbor..."

"Oh, pastor." An Xu suddenly realized.

Look at the religious clothes and tongue-twisting words, this guy is exactly like a pastor—when the game house Anshu thinks of pastors, of course what appears in her mind is not the pious priests in real life, but all kinds of priests. A character that can add buffs, dispel debuffs, and increase blood in this game. She was curious to reach out to touch the equipment of Mister Bishop (that robe is definitely a good thing), the fabric felt really good, but the handcuffs shrank like life, preventing her further movement.

She was looking at the Bishop, and the Bishop was looking at her. Abel once met the only daughter of the Sullivan family at mass. She was congenitally ill and was well protected by her parents. The last time he saw her was at the second baptism. He remembered that when he looked at the other party, the little girl lowered her head as if she was frightened. Those pale eyes stared straight at him now, and she would not have been so bold, even arrogant, when her father was alive.

"You have to wear the 'God's Chain of Punishment' until you are cleared of suspicion. Any disrespectful behavior to God will be punished." The bishop said solemnly.

"I just touched your clothes, how can I be disrespectful to God?" An Xuqi asked, "Is it God?"

The bishop widened his eyes and shouted, "Speak wild words!"

An Xu pouted, thinking that the religious NPCs were the trouble. She looked down at her hands, the handcuffs were terribly strangled, and the skin and flesh were so constricted that they sank. If it wasn't for the dream, she would have been screaming in pain.

She didn't feel unhappy, but felt happy. The setting of abilities and ABO made her look forward to it very much. It would be a pity to wake up after solving a compound of house fighting! An Xu was afraid that the dream would continue and run into another group of people, so she had to slap her face because she had supernatural powers, and told her to fight against the little family and everyone, and there were copies of the three aunts, six wives and eight aunts waiting for her, and she could go to fight monsters only after finishing brushing. Now the handcuffs move by themselves, supernatural power, praise. The painting style is completely different from the previous group of pastors, praise. Sure enough, if you switch to the map, you need to send a big AOE move to clear the field. Thinking of this, An Xu smiled with satisfaction.

The bishop's face was as deep as water, he took a breath, and said in a deep voice: "In the name of the Lord, you must not speak false words. Anna Sullivan, I am here to ask you for an answer. Is the tragedy that happened at Sullivan Manor related to you?" ?”

"What tragedy?"

"Only a small number of servants escaped in the entire Sullivan estate. No one survived the Sullivan family except Lance in St. Andrew. Sullivan and you...God bless them." The bishop made a sign of the cross on his chest.

An Xu looked at the way he was drawing the cross, thinking that he was really uncreative, thinking that the monks were similar to Christianity. Her contemptuous expression made the bishop's face even worse, and she could only say, "I remember there are two living people?"

"That's Abery's Patrol!"

"Not an assassin?" An Xu muttered.

Before the last dream ended, An Xu saw two people in cloaks holding lamps. Their faces are hidden in the shadows, and the waterproof cloaks and gauntlets exposed underneath look well-formed, somewhat like assassins. The previous dream was about an assassin, but this time I dreamed about a priest. It's really a traditional RPG dream. Isn't it the result?

"Their interrogation is over. They are not assassins. Now it is your turn," said the bishop. "The members of the patrol say that you attacked one of them."

"I didn't attack them, they jumped out to scare me!" An Xu shrugged, "They look like they are running around at night, and anyone who sees them will be shocked. The first one fell down first, and the second one came out At that time, I was mentally prepared and even chatted with him a few words."

But since this is my dream, the subconscious mind makes the dream automatically attack when I am frightened, maybe it is because I am unlucky? An Xu thought, alas, as the lord of dreams and the king of the world, I am such a sinful woman. ╮(╯▽╰)╭"One of the members of the patrol team was attacked by lightning, and the other testified that the attacker was you. The people in Sullivan Manor were killed by a more powerful lightning ability. How do you feel?"

"Thunder type, it is really handsome."

"Is that what you want to say?" the bishop said bitterly, "You slaughtered nearly a hundred people who were powerless to resist!"

"Hey, I think it needs to be corrected." An Xu explained, "They hit me first! At the beginning, there was no one in the hall, and I was surrounded by a bunch of people when I wanted to go outside. If I didn't beat them, would I let them beat me? "

"You killed your relatives! Even your mother! Don't you have any feelings?"

"I don't know them, so what kind of relationship can I have?" An Xu said angrily, "Unless 'very annoying' is considered a relationship."

"...Then do you know me?"

"Just met."

"Then, Miss Sullivan," the Bishop calmed down again, "is it your wish to summon thunder and lightning to kill everyone brutally?"

"Of course not." An Xu blurted out.

Who will compete with the character in the dream? An Xu has many wishes, such as earning a lot of money, eating a lot of delicious food, playing fun games, reading good books, and having interesting dreams... There is no such thing as "summoning lightning in a dream to kill everyone". Those people are extremely boring, like mold on the windowsill, they don't arouse An Xu's interest at all, so naturally he has no intention of playing tricks to kill them. She just wants the mold to go away.

A strange compassion appeared on the bishop's face. He looked at the dazed girl and asked, "How did they die?"

"He was struck to death by lightning?" An Xu glanced at him, thinking that the other party obviously knew about it a long time ago, and why he wanted to talk about it.

"Why did the thunder come down?"

"How do I know?" An Xu asked back, "I just wanted to change the scene. When everyone walked away, a thunder fell from the sky and killed them. Oh, don't worry about logic, this is my dream."

This time the bishop showed clear pity on his face. He sighed and asked, "Am I also in your dream?"

"certainly."

"May the Lord have mercy on you... Amen."

The bishop read a prayer, nodded to her and left. Compared with the dignified expression when he first came in, the pastor looked much more relaxed, and he could be called amiable to An Xu. An Xu also heaved a sigh of relief, the boring conversation finally came to an end, she lay flat back on the bed, touched the cool chains, thinking to herself, at some point the next dream would start.

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"Master Bishop!"

Kay, the captain of the patrol, came up, her lips pursed into a line, and she saluted anxiously. Knowing what the other party wanted to ask, the bishop replied: "She didn't tell a single lie."

"What?" Kai exclaimed, "Could it be someone else did the crime?"

"No, she admitted it."

"Admitted?" Kai said in horror, "Is she crazy?"

"That's exactly what I want to say." Bishop Abel shook his head sympathetically, "Her supernatural ability was awakened later than the second baptism, and everyone, including herself, probably didn't realize that a huge power was dormant in her body. Miss Anna accidentally lost control, killed all her relatives, and then she was overstimulated, lost her memory, and thought she was dreaming."

This conclusion is somewhat unbelievable, but Abel's supernatural ability lies in "truth". He can judge the truth and falsehood, and he also swears before God that he will not tell a single lie in his life.

Anna believed everything she said, and she was relieved after slaughtering her family because she didn't think she knew them and was dreaming. poor child.

This kind of thing has indeed happened among civilians. Some people who have never been trained in supernatural powers, or even thought that they can obtain supernatural powers, suddenly awakened, and the supernatural powers that they could not control killed their loved ones. The nobles had all been trained, and no matter how bad they were, there were professionals around them to prevent out-of-control occurrences. No one thought that Anna, who had always been weak and sick, would burst out with such a huge force at an untimely time, catching the entire Sullivan family off guard.

"So, do you need to **** her to the capital?" Kai asked.

Bishop Abel pondered for a moment, and said, "This poor child deserves a second chance, please hand her over to me, and she will get the punishment she deserves."

Kai nodded and retreated as if he was pardoned. She is not qualified to deal with the last member of the Sullivan family, and the person in Abery City who is qualified to judge Anna has died in Anna's hands. The people in power in Abery, all named Sullivan, were swept away. In the next period of time, Abery will be in turmoil, and she has to prepare quickly, and she has no time to worry about the culprit.

A priest passed Kay in the corridor, nodding to the bishop. He was a handsome young man with dark hair and a humble smile on his face. The bishop saluted him back, and the two walked away making gestures that only priests understood.

Had a third priest been present at this moment, and that priest had been a true believer, he would have been astonished at the content of their so-called wicked conversation. Sinners who killed parents and blasphemed gods were not punished, but had to enter the pure back garden where the shepherds were cultivated after being carefully selected. But even if such a person makes an accusation, the accusation is bound to disappear quickly. On the continent of Yamenan, what is more real than the gods is the scepter of the "servant of servants".

How wonderful, both bishops and priests think so. At this moment when the situation is about to rise, what could be better than the "Southern Sentinel" Sullivan, whom the king relies on, being killed by his own successor? You must know that a young alpha who has been stimulated and turned into a blank sheet of paper is the easiest to fall into the embrace of the Lord.

Volume II St Andrew's Seminary